The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

Of Men Who Have A Sense Of Honor, More Come Through Alive Than Are Slain, But From Those Who Flee Comes Neither Glory Nor Any Help.

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.